Thursday - Kink
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jaune_chat, and get ready to bust out your triple-X tags, because today's theme is Kink. Who likes a walk on the wild side? Who's just learning their own idea of fun involves some speciality equipment? And who can't wait to indulge their partner in a fantasy?
Please do not forget the rules:
No more than three prompts to a fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If one of your prompts is filled, you may prompt again
If your prompt or fill contains spoilers, please warn for the fandom and leave a space.
Remember to be nice to the codemonkeys and format your prompts thusly!
Fandom, Character, prompt
Example
Firefly, Inara, getting into the clothing, or out of it, was her own special kind of pleasure.
Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock/Irene + John, voyeurism.
Criminal Minds/Heroes, Sylar/Reid, blindfolds.
If nothing today catches your eye, check out the lonely prompts.
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jaune_chat, and get ready to bust out your triple-X tags, because today's theme is Kink. Who likes a walk on the wild side? Who's just learning their own idea of fun involves some speciality equipment? And who can't wait to indulge their partner in a fantasy?Please do not forget the rules:
No more than three prompts to a fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If one of your prompts is filled, you may prompt again
If your prompt or fill contains spoilers, please warn for the fandom and leave a space.
Remember to be nice to the codemonkeys and format your prompts thusly!
Fandom, Character, prompt
Example
Firefly, Inara, getting into the clothing, or out of it, was her own special kind of pleasure.
Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock/Irene + John, voyeurism.
Criminal Minds/Heroes, Sylar/Reid, blindfolds.
If nothing today catches your eye, check out the lonely prompts.
tag=kink
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Date: 2012-03-15 10:54 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-03-15 10:56 am (UTC)Fill: Fixation, PG-13
Date: 2012-03-15 02:54 pm (UTC)But it's hard to resist. Whenever they're in the middle of a petty argument, Arthur knows that a finger to his lips, a flick of his tongue can put the issue to rest. Even during a more serious fight, calling attention to his mouth can give Arthur the upper hand. And when he and Eames aren't at odds... Well. There isn't much that sucking on one of Eames's fingers won't get him. If anything.
Arthur's a pointman. He's used to using all of the tools available to him.
But beyond that, he's also pretty fascinated by Eames's oral fixation. If possible, he thinks that he's actually fixated by Eames's fixation. Now that he knows about it, nothing turns Arthur on faster than turning Eames on by doing no more than tugging at his lower lip, tracing the lines of Eames's palms with his tongue, or sucking on anything.
When Arthur's really pissed at Eames - and a distraction won't kill them - he smokes on a job. (It drives Eames crazy but he can't do anything about it.) When Eames has been really good, Arthur goes down on him for hours.
Maybe the more accurate thing to say is: Arthur shouldn't encourage them both. If this fixation between them escalates as much as violence tends to do when they're fueling one another's fire, there's no telling what might happen.
But then, fear of the unknown has never stopped them before.
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Date: 2012-03-15 10:58 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-03-15 03:44 pm (UTC)Also now they had not one friendly neighborhood angel who liked to fuck up big time, but two.
“What’s up kiddo?”
Sam looked at the annoying archangel, he idly wondered since when God’s messenger digging into blueberry pancakes across the table in roadside dinner become just another fact of his life. Yeah, sure he had been Lucifer vessel and the whole Apocalypses thing that went down a couple of years ago and a lot of complementary stuff that Sam really didn’t like to think about.
It’s just things refused to go back to normal, even that insane normal that was hunter’s life.
Also he needed to get laid. Just on principal. Because even Dean was starting to look at him strangely. Not that Sam was ready to talk to his older brother about “whys” behind his self-inflicted celibacy.
“Oh that’s interesting. Do tell!”
“Gabriel!”
“What? I’m on parole here. Behaving myself and being little fluffy angel that I never was. And new season of “How Dean and Cas got a clue” is not that interesting. I think they started to repeat themselves. I need something! Even if it’s gossip about your sad non-existent sex life!”
“There is nothing to tell.”
“With you, backo, there is always something to tell and then some.”
Sam signed.
“Ok, just don’t tell Dean. He will flip and…”
Gabriel enthusiastically nodded.
“Yes?”
“It’s me. I used to be you know fairly normal in that department. Never such a horn dog as Dean, but everyone was happy. And then Ruby happened, RoboSam happened, your brother happened.”
Gabriel nodded.
“So basically you are screwed and not in a good way.”
“Yes, but not like Dean thinks, but is too afraid to ask. I’m broken. I want things.”
Gabriel arched an eyebrow.
“Finally getting somewhere. What things?”
Sam hesitated.
“Come one, I’m like a priest, only better.”
“That wasn’t reassuring.”
Gabriel shrugged.
“Winchester!”
“Things that I shouldn’t want. Dark things.”
“S&M? Animals? What?”
“Blood.”
“Huh, kind of expected. Is that it?”
“If only. I don’t remember how do it not hell style. I don’t want to do it other way.”
“So let me get it straight, you want to get laid, but boring normal humans just don’t do it for you.”
“Basically – yes.”
“And demons are not an option.”
Sam cringed.
Gabriel looked thoughtfully at the ceiling.
“Angels?”
“Are you offering?”
“Are you asking?”
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Date: 2012-03-15 11:39 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-03-15 11:55 am (UTC)Fill: Poured In
Date: 2014-12-07 05:13 pm (UTC)"What, what?"
"You're staring." She made it a point to meet his eyes.
He popped his eyebrows up, his face projecting an innocence marred only by that faint twist of his mouth. Tony Stark knew how to do 'naughty', but not 'nice'. "I am," he agreed, "but only in the best way."
"The best way being undressing me with your eyes?" Pepper leaned against the edge of the table, and folded her arms.
Tilting his head one way, then the other, Tony said, "Actually, dressing you with my eyes." When she gave him her patently flat look, he went on. "Dressing you, not undressing you, but if you have absolutely any desire to strip for me right now, I certainly wouldn't say no, and would probably offer up my undying, ah." He still hadn't decided exactly what their relationship was just yet, so saying the 'L' word was out.
"Dressing me." Pepper's flat reminder brought Tony back to the point.
"Yes. I was wondering." He cleared his throat. "What you might look like, dressed in one of Natasha's body suits."
Pepper blinked. Natasha generally wore either very nice dresses, or very comfortable clothing. She couldn't think of body - oh. Oh. "What, substitute one redhead for the other?"
"No, no, no." And Tony stopped, and Pepper could tell he was actually considering - "No," he reminded himself with a fierce shake of his head. "I was thinking of you," both hands gestured to her, "and a body suit. No inappropriate thoughts on Natasha Romanov. Absolutely none," he insisted.
"Uh, huh." Pepper sighed, turning away from Tony. "Well. If you're not having inappropriate thoughts about Natasha, I guess I'll have to find myself a catsuit, and find out if you can have inappropriate thoughts about me."
It only took a split second before he was plastered against her. "Only you, Pepper," he breathed in her ear. "Can I help you pick it out? Put you in it? Please?"
Yup. Still got it.
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Date: 2012-03-15 12:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-15 01:12 pm (UTC)Fill: Diamonds and Guns
Date: 2012-03-15 06:26 pm (UTC)He turned over slowly onto his back, one hand rising to cover his eyes from the glare of early morning sunlight streaming in diamond-sparkled beams through the window. He squinted sleepily at the other human-shaped body sitting fully clothed on his bed. He felt the continued press of the gun against his body, slowly stroking against his chest now, sweeping downwards to circle his navel teasingly. He blinked and the face of Tuck slowly came into focus, grinning slightly as he continued to tease at the other man’s navel. FDR was suddenly glad for the sheet that was draped over his hips and legs, despite the fact that it didn’t hide the very impressive erection that tented the fabric. It didn’t escape his notice that Tuck’s eyes slid down to the tell-tale signs of FDR‘s arousal, grin settling out into an amused smirk as he worked the gun lower still.
“Tuck, what the hell are you doing?” FDR asked, voice still gruff and hoarse with the remnants of sleep. “I hope the safety’s on.”
“What d’you think I am, mate? A bloody maniac? Of course it’s on,” Tuck laughed, sounding far too awake and alert for that early hour of the morning.
“I never can tell with you,” FDR groaned, aiming his free hand down to try and bat the gun away.
Tuck made an accusing noise and slapped FDR’s flailing hand away, digging the gun into the other man’s soft abdomen as extra warning. FDR sucked in a surprised breath, a breath which turned shaky when Tuck eased the barrel beneath the sheet, running it up and down the length of FDR’s erection.
“Tuck, don’t,” FDR said, but made no move to push the other man away.
“Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying this,” Tuck chided, with an arch lift of his eyebrow, tracing patterns against the other man‘s balls.
FDR remained silent and his complete lack of words spoke volumes. Tuck grinned before leaning into press a kiss against the other man’s forehead.
“I bet Lauren wouldn‘t indulge you like this,” he murmured against the shell of FDR’s ear. “Only I can do this to you. I always have done, haven’t I?”
He smirked, then stood resolutely, before he turned away to head for the bedroom door. FDR watched him go with disbelief, before his need caught up with his brain.
“You can’t leave it at that,” FDR protested, throwing the words accusingly at Tuck’s retreating back. “Tuck!”
Tuck stopped in the doorway, before waggling his right hand at the still bed-ridden man.
“Meet your new best friend, mate,” he said, before the door closed behind him.
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Date: 2012-03-15 01:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-15 01:17 pm (UTC)Not a fill (sorry!)
Date: 2012-03-16 02:45 am (UTC)Re: Not a fill (sorry!)
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Date: 2012-03-15 01:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-15 01:20 pm (UTC)Bonus Points: Someone like Nate or Sophie making a point to recondition him against the pavlovian "I'm bound therefore someone is about to hurt me" response. Is there such a thing as an emotional!healing!kink?
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